He arrives at the school after a silent and uneventful ride, involving much random conversation. Upon disembarking from his traveling container, resembling a boxcar only smaller, he grabs the bag filled with pop and candy from the back, emerging in the Resurrection parking lot, filled with hope. Quickly, he dons his sunglasses to create an air of superiority, and also hoping that he can intimidate the competition. However, this is rapidly destroyed when he encounters Susie, a good friend from UCEP, and hugs her.
"Come on" she encourages.
"I can't," he replies, looking behind him. "I've got to stay with them."
"Oh, ok."
He looks around, and inquires, "Where's Amber?"
"She's over there," Susie says, pointing inside the doors. "Didn't want to stand out in the cold."
Travis's mind sets upon the door and what he decided to do a few days ago. With many people watching his move, he broadly opens the door, approaches Amber, and utters those few words.
"Live long, and prosper."
Unfortunately, her response is less than satisfactory as she seems more shocked than anything else. A teacher behind him laughs uneasily at what he did, and the rest of the coding team enter the school together. Due to habit, he removes his sunglasses and hat, as a sign of respect. The two coding teams from St. David's enter together, discussing random things, ranging from how to be more intimidating to the uses of duct tape, while we are being escorted to the cafeteria of Resurrection.
His own cafeteria keeps being shown that it pales in comparison to all others. Their dining area is clean, with microwaves that are less than a decade old, and everything looking pristine, quite unlike the one back at the school he just departed less than a half hour previous. A quick glance reveals that their lighting system is also superior in some respects.
After the introduction between the room and Travis are made, he offers his assistance to bring in pop and refreshments for the other coders and himself. Food has been promised in a few minutes, and they all eagerly await its arrival. In the meantime, other teams enter the arena and strut their stuff, including the fashionable pencil-behind-the-ear look, and the ever-popular eat-pizza-and-glare-at-the-other-teams-because-we're-all-about-the-intimidation.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Chapter Something: Coding Contest (Part 1)
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I'm sorry I was confused by your greeting! It's been ages since I really embraced my inner Trekkie and longer since I've embraced my inner Vulcan*.
And nice job chopping off all your hair so I couldn't recognize you. For like 15 minutes Katie and I were like, "Where did Travis go?" And whenever I looked at your posse, I couldn't pick you out.
So Katie and I are now like, "Maybe Susie took him somewhere? Would could she have taken him to the Discrete class? But she's got class now. Maybe she took him to her class?"
So Katie's too lazy, but I am PUMPED UP with Kurt's intensity, so I go upstairs to the Discrete classroom. And of course when I get there, I can't see any UCEPians to see if they saw you, since Robin's not in her seat, and I'm blind. So to the random people that are like "Didn't Amber drop this class?", I'm all like, "You know Susie, right? Did she come here with a foreign person? Oh and by foreign I mean doesn't go to our school?" And Maria's all like, "I don't think so?"
So I go back to the Caf, and Katie and I are still like, "Where could Susie have taken him?"
And then I remember you cut your hair! So to Katie, I'm like, "Wait! He cut his hair, so maybe he is there and we just don't recognize him?"
And surely enough YOU WERE THERE!
I don't think you got that story in full. After retelling it, I feel really stupid. But I can't always be blessed with Kurt's Intelligence.
Good day, sir!
*Speaking of Vulcan's, I seriously think we've got some telepathic connection, because I think we brought the EXACT same types of candy! Swedish berries and sour patch kids, right?
I remember that day. That was so stupid of us Amber.
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